Dyed

After breakfast in the morning, the two went to the hospital.

Fu Songting was not in the ward, and two nurses were hired to guard Fan Xian's ward.

Fu Ran sat on the edge of the bed, struggling to turn Fan Xian over, but it was inconvenient to have a big belly, so the nurse stepped forward to turn her over for her.

Half a year later, Fan Xian was too skinny lying on the bed.

Fu Ran asked her to go to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water, Ming Chengyou opened the curtains, and wanted to avoid the sudden sunlight that pierced uncomfortably.

Fu Ran took out a mahogany comb from the bag. Fan Xian's hair had been cut short, but it was of excellent quality, as black and shiny as silk.

Ming Chengyou walked back to the bed and saw Fu Ran brushing Fan Xian's hair, "Mom, you never gave me a nice braid when I was young, and all the girls in the alleys had braids and colorful hairdos." , I’m the only one who puts a boy’s head on my head every day. When you wake up, don’t forget to give me a nice bun too. Now I’m going to wear a small braid. I’m sure I’ll be laughed to death when I go out, right?”

Ming Chengyou stood by, while Fu Ran combed Fan Xian's hair and wiped her face with a hot towel.

There was a slight roll in his throat, his expression was as stiff as a stone sculpture, seeing his closest relatives die one by one with his own eyes, his actions were like a final farewell before seeing him off.

Fu Ran wiped Fan Xian's fingers. Wrinkles could be seen on the back of her well-maintained hands. Her expression was almost pious, and she massaged her arms with her fingertips.

Ming Chengyou was fascinated, the back in his eyes seemed to be divided into sections.

Fu Ran was talking to Fan Xian, thinking that a miracle would happen suddenly, she asked Fan Xian to lie flat on the bed again, and brushed the hair from her forehead.

Fu Songting walked into the ward, Ming Chengyou heard footsteps, turned around, "Dad."

Fu Songting raised his eyes, looked past him to his wife on the hospital bed, "You are here."

Fu Ran also got up, "Dad."

"Today I will accompany your mother in the hospital, you should go back earlier."

Fu Ran walked up to him and saw that Fu Songting's eyes were bloodshot, "I'm here with Chengyou, you go to bed."

But Fu Songting went straight to the hospital bed, pulled a chair and sat beside Fan Xian, "Let me stay here," he put the things in his hand on the bedside table, "Maybe we will see each other less now, and we won't see each other in the future." gone."

Lunch was eaten in a restaurant outside the hospital. Fu Ran was holding a glass of water and looked out the window in ecstasy. Ming Chengyou picked up food for her and found that the food in her bowl was barely touched.

After dinner, the two walked out of the room. Ming Chengyou went to pick up the car and asked Fu Ran to wait for him at the door. She took two steps forward and held his finger, and wrapped her other arm tightly around him.

If you don't want to be separated, you can't wait to use 1 minute into a day.

It would be nice if time could be stored in a bank.

Back in Yiyun Capital, Ming Chengyou took a shower to rest, he has completely put aside the company affairs.

Fu Ran covered him with a quilt, and the afternoon sun felt cold and warm. He had been sleeping poorly. Fu Ran covered him several times before seeing him sleeping peacefully.

This sleep was relatively long, and Ming Chengyou didn't wake up until late in the evening.

He lifted the quilt and came to the balcony. There was a laptop on the coffee table. Fu Ran frowned. He sat beside her and smoothed the knot between her brows with his fingers. "Why don't you go to sleep?"

"I'm not sleepy." Fu Ran leaned his head on Ming Chengyou's shoulder, he knew she couldn't sleep.

He let her sit on his lap, and despite being heavily pregnant, Myung Seong Woo was used to this feeling.

When he went downstairs for dinner, he hardly moved a mouthful. Fu Ran brought him some food, "Eat some."

Ming Chengyou shook his head, "I can't eat anything today."

Fu Ran's heart skipped a beat, and the tip of her nose suddenly felt sour. After Ming Chengyou went upstairs, Fu Ran specially asked Butler Xiao to cook porridge and send it upstairs, but when she walked into the room, she saw the man lying on the bed without moving a bite.

She sat on the edge of the bed, "Chengyou, is there something uncomfortable, may I let the doctor come over?"

Ming Chengyou shook his head, opened his eyes, and felt that the crystal lamp above his head was shaking all the time. He frowned slightly, "Fu Ran, please turn off the light."

"Okay." Fu Ran turned on a wall lamp with soft light, and the uneasiness in her heart became more and more intense. She held Ming Chengyou's hand tightly, "Chengyou, don't scare me."

His consciousness was a little fuzzy, so he asked Fu Ran to lie beside him, Ming Chengyou pressed her body close to her, Fu Ran held his hands tightly, "You can't do this, you all have to leave me, what should I do?"

"Fu Ran, there is a private space in my computer. If I'm not around one day, you should remember to read it."

Ming Chengyou uttered the password in her ear, Fu Ran couldn't help but shed tears down his neck, and his vision became blurred.

The closer his life was to the brink, the stronger the feeling became. Ming Chengyou knew that he might not even be able to survive tonight.

Yes, what more than reluctance?

Strong fear and struggle surged in my heart.

Fu Ran turned around and touched his face with both hands, "You said you want me to wait for you, do you want to always owe the child's first face?"

Ming Chengyou lowered his eyes, hugged Fu Ran's waist tightly with his arms, his eyes were moist, and his voice trembled like never before, "Fu Ran, I once promised you to protect you, but I have never been able to do it. .”

"We still have a future." Fu Ran raised her face and kissed him. Everyone knew how empty the future was. Ming Chengyou couldn't just walk through this level.

Fu Ran hugged him tightly and wept bitterly, the man's palm grasped the clothes behind her tightly.

I remember someone once said that there is a lot of pain, which is more desperate than death.

Fu Ran can also deeply understand now, is there really anything more hopeless than death?Life is gone, what else can she keep in the future?

Ming Chengyou wiped away her tears, "Don't cry, I'm tired and want to rest."

He closed his eyes tiredly, and soon fell into a deep sleep. Fu Ran was resting his pillow on Ming Chengyou's shoulder. The bedroom was as silent as death, and the shadows of the whirling trees outside added a little ferociousness.

Fu Ran got up cautiously, went to the bathroom, scooped up cold water and poured it on her face, the cold water stained her hair on both sides.

Fu Ran raised her head and stared at the face in the mirror.

She told herself that it was okay, Ming Chengyou had survived until today, how many times she was frightened but still passed.

Fu Ran wiped off the water stains with both hands, and walked out of the bathroom to see the man lying in the middle of the bed in the same posture as before.

Fu Ran opened the door and came to the corridor. The wall lamp elongated her bleak and slender figure. Her palms were pressed against the wall, and she couldn't help but pause when she passed the study.

Fu Ran turned on Ming Chengyou's computer, and her fingers trembled when she pressed the mouse. She logged into the private space that Ming Chengyou told her, and entered the password as instructed.

The background music of "Unpredictable" is full of texture and sadness, the computer screen emits a fluorescent blue light, and each picture appears in front of Fu Ran in the form of a dynamic photo album. The mouse on the head is beating, and Fu Ran clicks on the button called mm photo album.

They were all taken after Fu Ran was pregnant, and most of them were secretly taken. In the bb album next to her, they were taken and uploaded after each ultrasound.

Fu Ran touched the screen with her fingers, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but bend slightly.

mm means mother.

bb, is the baby.

However, before the smile could be pulled away, the shallow arc of Fu Ran's eyebrows quenched the wound of sadness inch by inch.

She looked through all the photo albums, but couldn't find a photo of Ming Chengyou.

Is he determined to push himself out of their world?